jg.paintedhouse-第35节

按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页，按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页，按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部！
————未阅读完？加入书签已便下次继续阅读！


　　　The　Spruills　were　scurrying　about；　trying　to　catch　us。　Tally　had　spread　the　word　about　the　carnival；　and　even　Trot　seemed　to　be　moving　with　a　purpose。
　　　When　we　crossed　the　river；　I　looked　long　and　hard　down　the　field　road　that　led　to　the　Latchers'　place；　but　their　little　shack　was　not　visible。　I　glanced　at　my　father。　He　was　looking；　too；　his　eyes　hard；　almost　angry。　How　could　those　people　have　intruded　into　our　lives？
　　　We　crept　along　the　gravel　road；　and　soon　the　Latcher　fields　were　behind　us。　By　the　time　we　stopped　at　the　highway；　I　was　once　again　dreaming　of　the　carnival。
　　　Our　driver；　of　course；　would　never　get　in　a　hurry。　With　the　truck　so　loaded　with　people；　I　doubted　if　it　would　do　thirty…seven；　and　Pappy　certainly　didn't　push　it。　It　took　an　hour；　it　seemed。
　　　Stick's　patrol　car　was　parked　by　the　Baptist　church。　Traffic　on　Main　was　already　slow；　the　sidewalks　brimming　with　activity。　We　parked；　and　the　Mexicans　scattered。　Stick　appeared　from　under　a　shade　tree　and　walked　straight　for　us。　Gran　and　my　mother　headed　for　the　stores。　I　hung　back　with　the　men；　certain　that　serious　matters　were　about　to　be　discussed。
　　　〃Howdy；　Eli。　Jesse；〃　Stick　said；　his　hat　tilted　to　one　side；　a　blade　of　grass　in　the　corner　of　his　mouth。
　　　〃Afternoon；　Stick；〃　Pappy　said。　My　father　just　nodded。　They　had　not　e　to　town　to　spend　time　with　Stick；　and　their　irritation　was　just　under　the　surface。
　　　〃I'm　thinkin'　'bout　arrestin'　that　Spruill　boy；〃　he　said。
　　　〃I　don't　care　what　you　do；〃　Pappy　shot　back；　his　anger　rising　fast。　〃Just　wait　till　the　cotton's　in。〃
　　　〃Surely　you　can　wait　a　month；〃　my　father　said。
　　　Stick　chewed　on　the　grass；　spat；　and　said；　〃I　suppose　so。〃
　　　〃He's　a　good　worker；〃　my　father　said。　〃And　there's　plenty　of　cotton。　You　take　him　now；　and　we'll　lose　six　field　hands。　You　know　how　those　people　are。〃
　　　〃I　suppose　I　could　wait；〃　Stick　said　again。　He　seemed　anxious　to　reach　a　promise。　〃I　been　talkin'　to　a　lot　of　people；　and　I　ain't　so　sure　your　boy　here　is　tellin'　the　truth。〃　He　gave　me　a　long　look　as　he　said　this；　and　I　kicked　gravel。
　　　〃Leave　him　out　of　it；　Stick；〃　my　father　said。　〃He's　just　a　kid。〃
　　　〃He's　seven　years　old！〃　Pappy　snapped。　〃Why　don't　you　find　you　some　real　witnesses。〃
　　　Stick's　shoulders　drew　back　as　if　he'd　been　hit。
　　　〃Here's　the　deal；〃　Pappy　said。　〃You　leave　Hank　alone　until　the　cotton's　in；　then　I'll　drive　to　town　and　let　you　know　we're　finished　with　him。　At　that　point；　I　don't　care　what　you　do　with　him。〃
　　　〃That'll　work；〃　Stick　said。
　　　〃But　I　still　think　you　ain't　got　a　case。　It　was　three　against　one；　Stick；　and　no　jury　will　convict。〃
　　　〃We'll　see；〃　Stick　said　smugly。　He　walked　away；　thumbs　in　his　pockets；　with　just　enough　of　a　swagger　to　annoy　us。
　　　〃Can　I　go　to　the　carnival？〃　I　asked。
　　　〃Of　course　you　can；〃　Pappy　said。
　　　〃How　much　money　do　you　have？〃　my　father　asked。
　　　〃Four　dollars。〃
　　　〃How　much　you　gonna　spend？〃
　　　〃Four　dollars。〃
　　　〃I　think　two's　enough。〃
　　　〃How'bout　three？〃
　　　〃Make　it　two…fifty；　okay？〃
　　　〃Yes　sir。〃　I　ran　from　the　church；　along　the　sidewalk；　darting　between　people；　and　was　soon　at　the　baseball　field；　which　was　across　the　street　from　the　Co…op；　the　Dixie　theater；　and　the　pool　hall。　The　carnival　covered　it　all；　from　the　backstop　to　the　outfield　fence。　The　Ferris　wheel　stood　in　the　middle；　surrounded　by　the　smaller　rides；　the　booths；　and　the　midway。　Shrill　music　rattled　from　the　loudspeakers　on　the　merry…go…round　and　the　carousel。　Long　lines　of　people　were　already　waiting。　I　could　smell　popcorn　and　corn　dogs　and　something　frying　in　grease。
　　　I　found　the　trailer　with　the　cotton　candy。　It　cost　a　dime；　but　I　would've　paid　much　more　for　it。　Dewayne　saw　me　at　the　midway　as　I　was　watching　some　older　boys　shoot　air　guns　at　little　ducks　that　swam　in　a　pool。　They　never　hit　them；　and　this　was　because；　according　to　Pappy；　the　gun　sights　were　crooked。
　　　Candied　apples　were　also　a　dime。　We　bought　one　apiece　and　took　our　time　inspecting　the　carnival。　There　was　a　witch　in　a　long　black　dress；　black　hair；　black　everything；　and　for　twenty…five　cents　she　could　tell　your　future。　A　dark…eyed　old　lady　could　do　the　same　thing；　for　the　same　price；　with　tarot　cards。　A　flamboyant　man　with　a　microphone　could　guess　your　age　or　your　weight　for　a　dime。　If　he　didn't　get　within　three　years　or　ten　pounds　you　won　a　prize。　The　midway　had　the　usual　collection　of　games…softballs　thrown　at　milk　jugs；　basketballs　aimed　at　rims　that　were　too　small；　darts　at　balloons；　hoops　over　bottlenecks。
　　　We　strolled　through　the　carnival；　savoring　the　noise　and　excitement。　A　crowd　was　gathering　at　the　far　end；　near　the　backstop；　and　we　drifted　over。　A　large　sign　proclaimed　the　presence　of　〃Samson；　the　World's　Greatest　Wrestler；　Direct　from　Egypt；〃　and　under　it　was　a　square　mat　with　padded　poles　in　the　corners　and　ropes　around　it。　Samson　was　not　in　the　ring；　but　his　appearance　was　only　moments　away；　according　to　Delilah；　a　tall；　shapely　woman　with　the　microphone。　Her　costume　revealed　all　of　her　legs　and　most　of　her　chest；　and　I　was　certain　that　never　before　had　so　much　skin　been　exposed　in　public　in　Black　Oak。　She　explained；　to　a　silent　crowd　mostly　of　men；　that　the　rules　were　simple。　Samson　paid　ten…to…one　to　any　person　who　could　stay　in　the　ring　with　him　for　one　minute。　〃Only　sixty　seconds！〃　she　yelled。　〃And　the　money　is　yours！〃　Her　accent　was　strange　enough　to　convince　us　that　they　were　indeed　from　another　land。　I'd　never　seen　anybody　from　Egypt；　though　I　knew　from　Sunday　school　that　Moses　had　had　some　adventures　there。
　　　She　paraded　back　and　forth　in　front　of　the　ring；　all　eyes　following　her　every　move。　〃On　his　current　tour；　Samson　has　won　three　hundred　matches　in　a　row；〃　she　said；　tauntingly。　〃In　fact；　the　last　time　Samson　lost　was　in　Russia；　when　it　took　three　men　to　beat　him；　and　they　had　to　cheat　to　do　it。〃
　　　Music　started　blaring　from　a　lone　speaker　hanging　on　the　sign。　〃And　now；　ladies　and　gentlemen！〃　she　shouted　above　the　music；　〃I　present　to　you；　the　one；　the　only；　the　greatest　wrestler　in　the　world；　the　incredible　Samson！〃
　　　I　held　my　breath。
　　　He　bounded　from　behind　a　curtain　and　jumped　into　the　ring　amid　tepid　applause。　Why　should　we　clap　for　him？　He　was　there　to　whip　us。　His　hair　was　the　first　thing　I　noticed。　It　was　black　and　wavy　and　fell　to　his　shoulders　like　a　woman's。　I'd　seen　illustrations　of　Old　Testament　stories　where　the　men　had　such　hair；　but　that　was　five　thousand　years　ago。　He　was　a　giant　of　a　man；　with　a　thick　body　and　ridges　of　muscles　clumped　around　his　shoulders　and　down　his　chest。　His　arms　were　covered　with　black　hair　and　looked　strong　enough　to　lift　buildings。　So　that　we　might　get　the　full　benefit　of　his　physique；　Samson　wasn't　wearing　a　shirt。　Even　after　we'd　spent　months　in　the　fields；　his　skin　was　much　darker　than　ours；　and　now　I　was　really　convinced　that　he　was　from　parts　unknown。　He　had　fought　Russians！
　　　He　strutted　around　the　ring　in　step　with　the　music；　curling　his　arms　and　flexing　his　mammoth　muscles。　He　performed　like　this　until　we'd　witnessed　all　he　had；　which　was　more　than　enough；　in　my　opinion。
　　　〃Who's　first？〃　Delilah　yelled　into　the　microphone　as　the　music　died。　〃Two…dollar　minimum！〃
　　　The　crowd　was　suddenly　still。　Only　a　fool　would　crawl　into　that　ring。
　　　〃I　ain't　scared；〃　somebody　yelled；　and　we　watched　in　disbelief　as　a　young　man　I'd　never　seen　before　stepped　forward　and　handed　two　dollars　to　Delilah。　She　took　the　money　and　said；　〃Ten…to…one。　Stay　in　the　ring　for　sixty　seconds；　and　you'll　win　twenty　dollars。〃　She　shoved　the　microphone　at　the　young　man　and　said；　〃What's　your　name？〃
　　　〃Parley。〃
　　　〃Good　luck；　Parley。〃
　　　He　climbed　into　the　ring　as　if　he　had　no　fear　of　Samson；　who'd　been　watching　without　the　slightest　hint　of　worry。　Delilah　took　a　mallet　and　struck　a　bell　on　the　side　of　the　ring。　〃Sixty　seconds！〃　she　said。
　　　Parley　moved　around　a　bit；　then　retreated　to　a　corner　as　Samson　took　a　step　in　his　direction。　Both　men　studied　each　other；　Samson　looking　down　with　contempt；　Parley　looking　up　with　anticipation。
　　　〃Forty…five　seconds！〃　she　called　out。
　　　Samson　moved　closer；　and　Parley　darted　to　the　other　side　of　the　ring。　Being　much　smaller；　he　was　also　much　quicker；　and　apparently　was　using　the　strategy　of　flight。　Samson　stalked　him；　Parley　kept　darting。
　　　〃Thirty　seconds！〃
　　　The　ring　was　not　big　enough　to　run　much；　and　Samson　had　caught　his　share　of　scared　rabbits。　He　tripped　Parley　during　one　of　his　sprints；　and　when　he　picked　him　up；　he　wrapped　an　arm　tightly　around　the　boy's　head　and　began　a　headlock。
　　　〃Oh；　looks　like　the　Guillotine！〃　Delilah　gushed；　with　a　little　too　much　drama。　〃Twenty　seconds！〃
　　　Samson　twisted　his　prey　and　grimaced　with　sadistic　pleasure；　while　poor　Parley　flailed　at　his　side。
　　　〃Ten　seconds！〃
　　　Samson　whirled　and　then　flung　Parley　across　the　ring。　Before　Farley　could　get　up；　the　World's　Greatest　Wrestler　grabbed　him　by　the　foot；　lifted　him　in　the　air；　held　him　over　the　ropes；　and　with　two　seconds　to　go；　dropped　him　to　the　ground　for　the　victory。
　　　〃Wow；　that　was　close；　Samson！〃　Delilah　said　into　the　microphone。
　　　Parley　was　in　a　daze；　but　he　walked　away　in　one　piece　and　seemed　to　be　proud　of　himself。　He　had　proved　his　manhood；　had　shown　no　fear；　and　had　e　within　two　secon